Riverwood - The Grove Is Our Cathedral

We kneel where roots are older than kings, Beneath the crowns the wind still sings. The river carries our whispered prayers, And folds them into the moss it wears. O forest heart, receive our song, We are your children, we belong. No stone-built temple, no gilded throne, The earth is sacred, we are her own. The deer move soft as a passing hymn, The sun paints glass through the branches thin. The raven preaches in caw and flight, And stars baptize us with holy night. O forest heart, receive our song, We are your children, we belong. No stone-built temple, no gilded throne, The earth is sacred, we are her own. Ash to seed, and seed to flame, The cycle speaks a holy name. Cedar and sage, root and rain, Our worship survives in earth’s domain. O forest heart, receive our song, We are your children, we belong. No stone-built temple, no gilded throne, The earth is sacred, we are her own. The earth is sacred, we are her own.